#Once more with feelings

[goobersforlife]

ROUND 1 Ab GOOBER BRACKETS

Vassari, zink, donnie, and Paris belong to @angelcorpse230

OMWF! Jasper belongs to @tuatara-time

[tare-anime]

OmG omG omG omG!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I'm dead twice. Or more.

ONCE MORE WITH FEELING HAS, ONCE MORE, PUT ME IN MY FEELINGS

(all hail @sometimesiship)

[chloesimaginationthings]

The moment FNAF movie Vanessa knew she fucked up

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:

michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club

*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***

that's it that's the movie

outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative

actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.

aka Michael Myers Is A Republican

but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too

also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain

side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty

i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978

(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)

oh no he's hot

[canisalbus]

✦ God didn't exist when you laid with me ✦ The devil didn't touch me when you kissed me

[evgar]

decided to redraw and improve this silly thing i did two years ago

here's the two compared like damn the colors on the first what was that 😭

[lix88888]

"-and then Falcon! No wait, was it Eagle? Or Rapier? I don't rememb- wait, let me check!"

Ink held up a finger and started skimming his scarf to find the name of the protagonist of the anectode he was telling Dream. The young Guardian of Positivity, for his part, simply smiled with fondness; Ink's ramblings, while nonsensical, were strangely soothing and relaxing. Dream usually let them wash all over him, not really listening to the story (which tended to change at least 7 times while Ink was telling it, without rhyme or reason), preferring to look around and have Ink's voice at his side as a pleasant backgroung noise, always there and never faltering.

"Aha!" the artist said, pointing his finger to the sky in triumph "Robin, that was the name, it was a birdy one, I knew it! So, Robin-"

Dream tuned out again, happy to watch Ink's hands flow through the air as his best friend picked his story back up, and then he also let his gaze wonder and look around the Surface of the AU they were in.

The small square they crossing was very well maintained and aesthetically pleasing, the grass of the flowerbeds green and vibrant, the benches made of rich wood and-

Dream's breath caught in his non-existent throat.

There was a statue right in the middle of the square

The person was stuck in a moment of suffering, obviously frozen while they were crying as two hands were covering their bound head.

No. No, no, no nononononononono.

What happened, when had it happened (had it been centuries for them too?), who was the culprit, who was the victim (were they family too? Was this person hurt by their sibling too? Betrayal hurts the worst because it never comes from an enemy), were they suffering (like he had?).

Dream had to save them.

One moment he was standing next to Ink, shaking, and then he blinked and he was frantically scratching at the statue, infusing his magic into it. He desperately wanted to break it, to free the poor person trapped inside, but he knew he had to be delicate, precise.

He couldn't hurt them more than they already were.

Dream was starting to feel woozy, and his ears were ringing, he had used so much of his power already, but the stone was not even cracking a bit (why was he never enough) it was as sturdy as before (though it was stained golden now, his ruined phalanges leaving magic and dust on it), and he started to tilt backwards. Dream tried righting himself again, but he couldn't seem to do it, it was like there was a force pulling him back.

He couldn't stop now, he had to save them!

The young Guardian planted his feet firmly on the ground, grasping the arm of the trapped person to steady himself, but then a rough yank pulled him away.

Along with the arm, elbow to wrist.

Dream started shaking and hyperventilating, looking at the limb in his hands as he crumpled to the floor. He was vaguely aware that Ink had guided him to sit on the grass, that his best friend now was in front of him with his hands on his shoulders, talking to him, but his mouth was moving without sound, his voice was just white noise, Dream only had eyes for the arm he severed.

He had crippled that person.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

When he had finally gotten free from the stone, his arms (and his face, but the arms were the most obvious) had all been subjected to the wear of time. Not enough to be obvious, but if you looked closer, you could see his humerus, his ulna and his radius were not perfectly straight, they were slightly hollow and thin in some places, like someone had removed small pieces of them and then sandpapered it (with his gloves, it wasn't noticeable anymore). Both Ink and Life had tried to fix it, but neither could. The wear was now part of him, his grip was weaker than it had been before the Incident, his arms now felt fragile in a way they never were, but he still had them.

The trapped person would now be without their arm forever.

Dream let out a keening sound and started crying, the guilt too much to bear. He kept choking on his tears as he cradled the arm (was it even fair for him to keep it? He broke it after all).

He could never do anything right, every time he tries to help he just makes things worse, he's never enough, why does he always end up ruining things-

A familiar presence made him stiffen and shiver, but even if Nightmare was there, he couldn't bring himself to fight him, though the feeling of his aura gave Dream some awareness back (like someone poured icy water on him). He felt, more than saw, Ink let go of his shoulders and put himself in front of him, to defend him (he was too weak to defend himself): he probably looked pathetic, tears still streaming down his face, whimpering and kneeling.

And Nightmare was loving it, of course. Dream could feel it, clear as day, his smugness and his disgust for someone so pitiful.

"What troubles you so, brother dear?"

The tone was mocking, but his twin's aura was tinged with confusion and curiosity.

"Must be terrible, if it reduced you to this sniveling mess..." "You shut up!"

Ink's retort only made Nightmare's amusement grow. Dream shouldn't tell him anything, he'd definitely destroy the statue they were near and kill the person inside if he knew Dream cared (Nightmare destroyed everything Dream ever cared about, even himself). He might even turn more people into stone, just to make Dream suffer and watch him scramble to free them, while they panicked and screamed without voice inside their new prison, Dream would once again hurt people just by existing-

A sob found his way out of his mouth at the thought, and the words spilled out, unwanted and unstoppable.

"I didn't mean to- I tried to... to help them- and now they're- they're hurt, because of me, I just- I wanted to free them- from the statue, but it didn't work! I can't, I can't even feel them, they must- they must have been frozen for, for so much time, they're so scared! I can't feel them but they must be, scared, and- and confused, and alone, and trapped, and I just wanted to help, but now I broke their arm!"

A new wave of tears stopped him from talking again, blinding him from seeing how Nightmare's face twisted from cruel amusement into confusion into horrified realization, his pupil shrinking into a pinprick and his appendages curling on themselves behind him almost in shame.

The only thing Dream knew was that Nightmare was there, and then gone a moment later.

"...Dream?" "I-Ink...?" "Can you hear me now?"

Dream raised his skull and looked Ink in the eyes; his best friend's pupils were a green square and a blue teardrop, and his expression was as compassionate as he could make it. Hesitantly, he nodded, and so Ink ran a hand over his arm.

Abruptly, Dream remembered the arm he was holding, and teared up again, holding it tighter.

"Dream?" "I-I-I'm s-so-sorry-y! I- I- I didn't... m-mean, to-" "Dream, it's not real."

...what?

"It's just a statue, an art piece."

Ink pointed at a small metal plate at the base of the crying statue, and it read "Hiraeth - Marble", followed by a name and date.

"See? There's not a person inside, it's just a piece of rock." "Oh."

Dream felt hollow and stupid; he had been screaming and crying and panicking over a rock.

Gently, Ink took the stone arm from his hands and used a small brush and his paints to glue it back together in its place.

"See? No harm done!" He said with a weak smile, trying desperately to lift the mood.

Dream couldn't force himself to rise, so he only said: "Yeah."

Yeah.

No harm done.

Please, someone tell the poor baby it is just completely stone. It's not a person 😭😭

I need him to start scratching at a statue trying to get the 'person' out of it in front of Nightmare. I feel like he'd die laughing (cause yum Dream's misery) like 'stupid there's not a person in there?? It's fucking stone'

IMAGINE HE BREAKS A PIECE OF IT OFF IN FRONT HIM AND DREAM JUST THINKS THIS 'PERSON' LOST A LIMB..

HEHE WINK WINK.

and dream just. falls to his knees.

all of his senses ring and his breathing gets funny. he's broken somebody. for all he knows, he's just completely disabled this "person" forever.

but of course he doesn't know. he won't ever know. probably not until ink or blue tells him.

for now, he grieves.

[akanemnon]

I don't like this place. It's turning everyone edgy and sad.

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[bbc-trolls]

Hc Branch is premium cuddle real estate.

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Liam was a boy, and then a man, who suffered so much trauma and pain. He was bullied as a child and then lived a nightmare that I think none of us can really imagine of having that triggering experience replicated on a literally global public scale. He became a man who inflicted trauma on others. He was an addict who was unable to find a way out of that disease, and now never will, but who was open and vulnerable about his struggles. He was an incredibly talented musician and artist and an absolutely integral part of one of the most important bands of a generation; his voice and songwriting and skill in the studio shaped every aspect of what One Direction became at their best. He loved that band and being a part of that experience with his whole being and would never have stopped celebrating what they meant to us and to the world. He had problems and did bad things; that doesn't mean he was a bad person who didn't deserve to be loved and helped to heal- everyone deserves that- and the fact that that's not something that can ever happen now is devastating. I was very distressed by many of his actions; and I cared deeply about this man I didn't know and wished for better for him than this outcome.

I'm so deeply, deeply SAD tonight. I'm sad for Liam, who will never now have the chance to look back on this hard time and reflect on how far he's come, and for Liam's family, for his parents and his sisters who loved and supported him so much, and for everyone in the 1D band family and circles. And I'm sad for us. It feels like nothing will ever be quite the same, and that's hard and sad and shocking. It's a special kind of doubled grief, to mourn the loss of the person, and also of what he meant to us in this strange world of parasocial fanning, for the real him and also for the version of him that we made up and attached so much meaning to and for the escape that brought us. For him, and also for the easy uncomplicated joy of listening to those beautiful songs from happier times, which might never feel the same again. For the other boys, who we love so much and wish we could shield from suffering and loss and pain. For our fellow fans, who we also worry about the impact of this on. Everything about this is terrible, and I am sending so much love out to all of you. We are not alone, and it's okay to feel complicated emotions and it's okay to mourn and it's okay to care about how it effects you and your life, whatever you're feeling- it's okay. We are here with you. We are 1D family.

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6

“I’m a twin”, Damian said one night. He could feel the narrowed eyes of his family drilling holes on his back in disbelief. Not that he could blame them. Damian had never so much as implied being raised with a companion, much less a sibling.

“I had a brother”. Damian paused to recollect himself. He had not said his brother’s name out loud in over 8 years.

“His name was… Danyal”. Damian hated the way his voice wavered, but he could not help it. Danyal was everything to him, his other half. Their heart beat as one and when one heart stopped beating, the other one died with it. At least until his family put his heart on metaphorical life support without ever realizing.

“Where is he now?” His father asked, voice filled with knowing grief and a hint of betrayal. It had in fact been 6 years since Damian first showed up on his doorstep.

“Up there”. All eyes shifted towards the specific star he was pointing to. “Right before he died, he promised me he’d guide me from the stars. Unfortunately, the stars are not visible in Gotham, so my brother is unable to be of much help unless I leave the city.”

“Your brother is Polaris, the North Star?” Tim questioned warily, most likely in attempts to not offend him. Damian was aware of how stupid it sounded, but Danyal had promised, and his brother never broke his promises.

“Yes. Danyal is with the stars now, just as he always wanted”

[goobersforlife]

ROUND 2 A GOOBER BRACKETS

Omwf! Jasper nelongs to @tuatara-time

quilt! Turtles belong to @cokoweee

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[inkskinned]

sure i find you in my hair and under my pillow and in the car. but i know in my heart you are picking me out of your teeth. i know i am burning through your sundays, sticking to your ceiling.

i hope i'm in every bitter cup of coffee and every candle wick and every bath. i hope my shadow flickers under your door so the empty hallway i have left behind is a swift dart of nothing more. i hope you find me in notebooks and stop signs and fleetwood mac - like i am marginalia on your life, i want my fingerprints burned into your days like acid.

i loved you, and you know i loved you, and for the rest of your life i will be the person you broke. for the rest of your life i hope the shame of that runs like a cattle dog, bites at your heels. i hope every time your cup is full or the moon is a toenail or a cat is purring or a laugh is in your belly or the sky turns pink while the sun is setting - i hope you remember that someone loved you, and you crushed them in your palms. you extinguished every future i lit. i hope that haunts you.

i hope you never fucking forget it.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

All he knows is flirt with men and lie.

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[catsharky]

And on that day, Garrus learned two things: to shut up and let Shepard fight the losing battle against gravity, and a whole lotta new human swear words

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Also, while I didn't end up being able to match the vibe of the rough for this panel, I like it so much that I must share it with the world